One day things are brilliant, and the next day things are gone.  It is incredibly confusing, this whole “life” thing.  So many months have passed with zero words spoken…and before that…so many years passed with no words spoken…is it me?  Do they run?  Do they change?

The common denominator turns out to be me, so I can only figure I’m the one changing.  Am I switching lives as it it feels I do, or is it always about being the lesser deal?  Some part of me thought I would have heard something because of the holidays…but I shouldn’t expect anything different.

Sometimes I wonder if things would be easier if I knew how to pretend to be normal.  sometimes I wonder if things would be easier if I stopped being so honest.